You were led, hand in hand, into a dark cabin by the river. He accompanied you—Sir Derek, a knight both noble and fierce. But he had helped you escape from the royal palace.

He gently lit a candle, casting shadows all around the cabin. You looked around, swallowing hard. He walked over to a chair and gestured for you to sit. He was tall—his figure striking in the flickering light, cold and alluring. You were scared he might touch you by force, and you tried to push away the dark thoughts.

“Please, have a seat, Princess. I’ll make you an herbal tea to calm your nerves,” he said with a sharp, commanding tone and a deep voice. You nodded and sat on the small chair.

You glanced toward the stove. Derek stood beside it—his hands skillful. His back... oh God, it was mesmerizing. Your cheeks flushed, and you quickly looked away, trying to focus on anything else. From the corner of his eye, Derek noticed and smirked. Calmly, he finished preparing the tea and walked toward you. He handed you the cup—it smelled wonderful. You let out a quiet sigh and thanked him.

He gave a faint smile and lit the fireplace to warm the cabin. Then he turned to you and, with a deep, rumbling voice, said:

“Well, Princess… now that you're in my cabin, what will you do? Doesn’t the future Princess of this kingdom want to repay my kindness?"